Another wash, a different load

Everything is new to me at them moment. A new city, a new landscape, new friends, new classes and even more new experiences. I don't really know what I expected. While I was passing the time the last 5 months in Moose Jaw and at camp, till the date would arrive when I would make my long and arduous journey out west.

Saying my goodbye's to the ever increasingly beautiful Saskatchewan prairies, my travels through Alberta (/spit), which eventually took me through the rugged east side of the rockies all the way to Kelowna. Visiting many a friend along the way, I got to view the amazing hugeness of the deep rockies as "Misery Signals" blared in my CD player. I have never had the chance of travelling through the mountains on my own, but something about the solitude of the trip awakened something in me. The very thought that I am just a speck driving in a slightly larger speck beneath huge mounds of bone crushing stone.

My prairie-ness got the better of me and I felt the first pangs of slight claustrophobia as I made my way further and further away from that which was comforting to me. Non-the-less, I fortified myself against the impending doom of a inevitable death dealing avalanche and continued my journey.

I love sunsets. I am going to miss them more than I imagined as they are a very rare commodity out here in the west. But as I passed through the unforgivable eastern and central part of the rockies, I came upon the smoother, lusher, more calm mountains that make up the Coquihalla and the most eastern part of the lower mainland of BC. It may have just been the calm weather and setting sun, but I have hardly ever seen anything that beautiful (with the exception of one thing... you know). I also know that coming from Saskatchewan has greatly increased my appreciation for tree's, but the area around Hope (city) just blew me away.

The next few days consisted of chilling in Chilli(no pun intended)wack and abbotsford, at the local coffee shot, listening to some good acoustic tunes and many, many hours of "Heroes". The reconnection of good friends from days past and getting accustomed to the strange ways of the west coasters.

Soon enough I found myself in a strange building filled with strange people getting ready for a strange year. Thats right, I enrolled in Bible School. So the next 8 months of my life will consist of homework, people and a ministry practicum. Now those of you who know anything about me at all, know that I was coming out to school here, and that reason being the ministry practicum which I am now the leader of (fancy that, eh?)

I am stuck in a new place, with new people, with new classes and new experiences. It may take me a while but i'm still trying to decide if new is good, it seems that it's starting to look that way.

From the flat openness of the tree-less (commonly thought) prairies, to the cramped and much to fast paced, tree filled lower mainland, and everything in between...

Everything is the same...